hed be remiss if he didnt celebrate today  

eighty years ago George Orwells Animal Farm was published

he thought hed honor it by reading some from his copy

a Signet Classic paperback

opening it he saw chuckled

                                       he was book thief

inside the cover was stamped  ENGLISH DEPARTMENT   HIS HIGH SCHOOL

he wasnt a thief

as one mans freedom fighter is anothers terrorist

he liberated it

                  Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm . . .

. . . The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

C M Woodhouses introduction concludes

                                            . . . (Orwell) is . . . virtually certain of immortality as a prophet.

hed drink to that

got up off his ass went into the kitchen poured himself a Jameson shot it

                                                                             didnt matter it wasnt yet Ten in the morning

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